THE BODY’S FIRST FLUID WORDS

I place my body here

at the end of land

and touch the endless

grains of sand;

submit my breath

to the salty air

and solemnly ask

the Great Fluidity:

What do you long

to speak or write through me?

Above my open,

speechless heart

a single seagull circles.

One sharp call seizes

all silences in the world,

here at the sea-shaped body’s

beginning and end

of words.